[HP] The Elegance of the Night

"what is this!"

When Draco received the "Daily Prophet", he cried out on the spot.A large portion of the first page of the newspaper was devoted to a photograph of Harry Potter.The whole article, to be continued into pages two, six, and seven, was almost like an exclusive interview with him, with the names of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang warriors squeezed into the last line of the article, and Draco It appears in the article in a very disgraceful way.

As we all know, the Triwizard Tournament, which has been suspended for nearly a century, has been restarted with the efforts of the Ministry of Magic and the principals of the three schools. However, some harmonious notes have been inserted into this grand event this year.Our brave little hero, Harry, refrained from saying much, but showed deep bitterness when he mentioned the injustice he had recently received.

According to our reporter's understanding, Harry Potter is known as the No.4 warrior of the Triwizard Tournament, and Draco Malfoy, who is also in the same grade as Hogwarts, won the third entry in the competition. quota.For those who are optimistic about Harry, this result is unexpected. Although we cannot guess what method Draco Malfoy used to squeeze behind Harry, who won the first prize in his grade two months ago, the author When entering Hogwarts school, you can see students wearing badges that insult the No.4 warriors everywhere.It is said that this kind of badge was originally circulated from the Slytherin house where Draco Malfoy was. "I think my parents gave me strength. I know that if they can see me now, they will be very proud of me."

Tears welled up in Harry's startlingly green eyes as our conversation turned to parents whom Harry had barely remembered.He confessed to me that there were times at night when he still cried for them, and there was no shame in that...

Nothing can hurt him in the game, because his parents are guarding him in the dark...

After getting in touch with Harry, a kind child, the author wrote the title "Harry Potter--The Stolen Honor" with tears in his eyes.It is understood that Dumbledore did nothing to prevent the spread of the insulting badge that caused Harry so much physical and mental harm.In this case, the aging principal displayed connivance and indifference towards students, a chilling indifference that reminds us of reports of injuries to students last year. (Downloaded to version 6, column 2)

"Convert black and white!" Draco tore the newspaper in his hand to pieces, "Tears? Bah, he is quite good at winning sympathy from others."

"Rita Skeeter, that reporter always likes to make things up. Everyone knows that you are the real warrior." Igil put down the newspaper in his hand and closed it, "Finish your breakfast first, De Laco, your complexion is too unhealthy, the No.4 warrior of the Triwizard Tournament, this has already explained the problem."

"I have no appetite," Draco said weakly, leaning back in his chair, the breakfast on his plate was basically untouched, "Igil, why didn't you sign up? If it was you, they wouldn't write like that gone."

"I feel... sorry." Although knowing that Draco's words were completely unintentional, Igil still lowered his eyelids.If it wasn't for him being too self-righteous, thinking that there is no age limit, the Hogwarts warriors will still be the same, and Draco should be prevented from signing up. His roommate is obviously so good...

"Hey, look at this," Pansy's laugh broke the solemnity between the two, "the content of the seventh page of the newspaper-Harry finally found his first love at Hogwarts. His close friend Colin Creevey said that Harry was inseparable from a girl named Hermione Granger, a stunningly beautiful Muggle-born Miss Granger who, like Harry, was one of the top students at the school One. . . . Amazingly beautiful? On what does she judge—a chipmunk?"

"Maybe I should cast myself a happiness spell." Draco pulled out his wand, and Pansy's words didn't make him feel much happier, but rather cold.

"No, I didn't say that to the reporter, Hermione and I are just ordinary friends!" The Gryffindor table was not calm at this time, and Harry explained to everyone that the contents of the report were completely false, but the effect was negligible .

"Harry, can you come out?" Sirius walked around the Gryffindor table with a copy of the "Daily Prophet" rolled up in his hand.Harry hurriedly greeted his friends around him, and followed Sirius out of the hall.

"Sirius," Harry followed behind the godfather anxiously, and just as they stood at a remote corner of the corridor where no one passed by, he hastily explained to Sirius, who had no smile on his face, "that report is completely a reporter. Made it up, I didn't say anything bad about her Malfoy, she wanted to interview me, but I saw how she wrote about Ron's father, I didn't respond to her at all, - although I complained to you about the Warriors, But I really didn't..."

"Let's not talk about Malfoy, Harry. Someone will take care of this matter." Sirius put his hands on Harry's shoulders, bent down and looked at the boy guiltily, "I didn't know you were thinking about your parents now Still crying, I actually...haven't noticed it all this time."

"No, this is also made up by the reporter." Harry raised his head, fixed his beautiful emerald green eyes on the tall and thin man stubbornly, and said in the most ordinary tone: "I don't cry anymore. Because when I was very young I knew tears didn't do anything, it just made people more disgusted."  …

When eating breakfast the next day, Draco was in a better mood, because he found that many wizards from other colleges also spontaneously wore badges supporting him.

"Facts have proved that the truth will not be covered up by false reports." Draco said to Igil, but his good mood didn't last long, and was broken by the swarming owls.

First a tawny owl, and when it settled by Draco's plate, the platinum-haired boy was still unimpressed.But then, the second, the third... grey, white, owls of various colors and sizes scrambled to his dining table, vying to be the first to deliver the letter to Draco.

"What are these?" Draco opened the first letter curiously. The content on the letter paper was not written by hand, but spelled out with letters cut from newspaper: You bad boy.The honor of Harry Potter cannot be taken away!Just wait, I just need to find a big envelope and send you a spell next time!

"It's too much!" Draco turned back and checked the envelope, "No signature! I guess it's some damn Mudblood! The nobles would never dare to do this. If my father finds out who it is..." He will The cheap letter paper you can buy everywhere is crumpled up and thrown on the floor.

"Don't open it, Draco!" Igil pressed Draco's hands that wanted to tear open the second letter on the table, the platinum-haired boy was trembling with anger, a circle of light red appeared around his eyes, It makes the skin paler.

"Just throw this kind of thing away, there's no need to take it apart and look at it." Igil slowly relaxed the pressure on Draco's hands, his voice was soft, but it was louder than any owls flapping their wings around. But also strong.

The owls were still coming in a steady stream, and Draco's face, which gradually calmed down, became angry when he saw the eye-catching red envelopes on the talons of some newly added owls.

"How dare they send me Howler letters!"

"Don't be angry, Draco, Minister Fudge receives shouting letters every day, this is the treatment of public figures," Igil made his voice as calm as possible, if he couldn't calm down, Della who heard his tone Coe would only become more irritable, "Draco, you are now a participating warrior representing Hogwarts, and you are the pride of Slytherin."

Igil wrapped all the letters he sent into a ball with magic, and he superimposed a silence spell on the magic ball.The red roaring letter roared in the sphere and no one heard it, but when it completed its mission and burned, a yellow-green liquid flowed out of the other letters spread by the flames.The letter paper where the liquid touched was corroded with holes and air bubbles.

"Undiluted babo tuber pus, these lunatics!" Draco said in fear, what would happen if he opened the letter just now?

Igil looked at the corrosive liquid in the magic ball, his eyes turned cold.He said "disappear without a trace", and when these dangerous things completely disappeared from his eyes, the coldness in his eyes still remained.

"Draco, I believe that no wizard in England would dare to challenge the prestige of the Malfoy family." Igil resisted the urge to strangle these messengers, and combed the feathers of a very hungry owl.These owls seem to have traveled a long distance, gobbling up food.

"You mean..." Draco glanced at the representatives of the other two schools, and Krum was sitting next to him, making him speechless.

"It's just a guess." Yigil lowered his head and summoned the ball of letter paper on the ground into his hands. He couldn't find any valuable clues on this ordinary letter paper sent by the post office owl.

"Disappeared without a trace!" He read, while he was checking the letter paper, his roommate's face had changed several times.The fact that Hogwarts had two warriors participating must have dissatisfied people from other schools, and it is very likely that the letters Draco received were just used as an excuse.In order for Draco to face the next game calmly, even if things were not like this, he still had to guide his roommates to think in this direction.

Not long after, another owl flew over to Draco, but this time it only brought him a copy of today's newspaper.Igil flipped through it roughly. The newspapers were full of positive reports about the Triwizard Tournament. The gold medal editor of the "Daily Prophet" personally wrote down all the difficulties encountered in the Triwizard Tournament from the beginning of its holding, to the end of the Triwizard Tournament. The whole process of selecting the brave on Halloween night, and from the interviews with the impressions of the warriors of the students of various schools, praised Draco's excellence from the side.

The two officials of the Ministry of Magic were not happy after reading the newspaper, which announced the mistakes they tried to cover up. Since the Dark Mark after the World Cup, the prestige of the Ministry of Magic has been continuously received by people from the magic world. their various doubts.

In the next two weeks, the contest between the two Hogwarts warriors who is right and wrong has been slightly downplayed by the two sides' deliberate peace of mind. The tension and anxiety in the hearts of friends, this is not uneasiness about what will be faced in the first game, but the pressure from the opponents.Behind the friendly smiles of the warriors of each school, there is a dagger against the competition.

On the last Saturday before the first project, students from the third year and above are allowed to go to Hogsmeade village.Igil took this opportunity to pull Draco out to relax. There was no Quidditch training this semester, so Draco couldn't adapt to the large amount of free time. He always stayed in the common room sullenly, or accompanied Igil played wizard chess, or read and wrote papers, neither of which he really liked.

The trip to Hogsmeade didn't go well at the beginning. They met Rita Skeeter and her photographer friend at the door of the Three Broomsticks. The reporter's freedom of interview made this woman unscrupulous in digging out other people's privacy and exaggerating. .Although Draco pretended to be nonchalant and walked past her, how could that conspicuous platinum hair escape the sharp eyes of the female reporter.

"Are you interested..." Rita was pushed away by Draco before she could finish her sentence.

"Please let me go, you are blocking the door." The platinum-haired boy gave the gnashed female reporter a contemptuous glance, "If you have any questions, you can ask Dumbledore. During this sensitive period when the competition is approaching, I don't want to be distracted by anything."

"Maybe in tomorrow's newspaper, she will write you as an arrogant person." Igil pushed open the wooden door of the bar, and the wind chime hanging on the door made a jingle sound.

"In the eyes of ordinary people, I am an arrogant person." Draco shrugged indifferently, they found an empty seat and sat down, ordered two glasses of butterbeer, the beautiful lady boss, Mrs. Rosmerta, twisted her The thin waist lightly put two full glasses of butter beer on the table.

"Good afternoon, the charming Hogwarts warrior and his friends." Mrs. Rosmerta smiled and blew Draco a kiss, and then threw a seductive wink, "Your consumption today is counted." Mine, casually, knowing that Hogwarts is also my alma mater."

"Thank you, but I'm a little curious, do you feel the same way about Potter?" Draco glanced at the other side of the bar, where the four of Gryffindor were sitting together discussing something, and there was still butter on the table Beer and fruit platter.

"Hush..." Mrs. Rosmerta put her index finger on her red lips, saying nothing.Regardless of whether what the pretty landlady said was true or not, Draco was in a great mood after this.

Hogsmeade is really a good place to relax. Draco packed a few boxes of "not for sale" from the Honeydukes candy store. After dinner, Draco, who was lying in bed enjoying dreamy fruit pudding, was so happy that he forgot that there was a game this time. thing.But after a good night's sleep, he came back to reality the next morning.

On Sunday morning, there was still no class at school, and the two little snakes who dragged off to eat breakfast in the hall until very late met Harry who was leaning on the stone wall of the corridor alone.

"The first item is the dragon," said Harry softly as they walked by.