[HP] Hogwarts students

The morning after Christmas, everyone got up late.Especially with people like me and Harry coming back to the dormitory in the early hours, Hermione tried to drag me up for breakfast early in the morning, but obviously - it was difficult to do.

By the time the four of us gathered in the lounge, it was already two o'clock in the afternoon.

"Good morning." I yawned and descended the stairs, still in my lilac dressing gown, as if last night's scarlet dress, opal jewelry, and dull gold patent heels were just a romantic dream.

Hermione's hair was back to normal, messy pile at the neck, she said to bring me a few pieces of pumpkin cake, but one of them is in Harry's mouth.

By the time I sat down next to them, Harry had already eaten two cakes. He told the other two about the secret of the golden egg, and with the help of Hermione's brilliant mind and Ron's assistance, he guessed " The thing that can only make a sound underwater" should be the mermaid under the black lake.

"It's in Hogwarts, A History," said Hermione.

It stands to reason that Ron would have inserted a witty joke at this time, but he just shook his head politely and didn't even eat the cake she brought.

In the coming week, not only do we have to complete piles of homework, but we also have to help Harry think hard-what is his baby?And how was he supposed to breathe underwater?

"I've locked both the low cabinet and the broom cupboard lately," said Harry. "It's not that easy to take my treasures."

"Ah, yes." Ron said in a very exaggerated tone, "You must keep your personal clothes well, otherwise Dumbledore will take them and throw them into the lake to keep the mermaids warm."

"The most suitable method I can find out so far is that Harry himself can transform into other objects, which can breathe underwater and move freely... a submarine or something."

There is a large pile of books on Hermione's desk, all of which she borrowed from the library early in the morning. If it weren't for her good credit for returning books on time, Mrs. Pince would generally not allow students to borrow so many books at once. book.

"But we haven't learned human transfiguration yet," said Harry wryly. "I don't want to make a mistake with transfiguration and spend the rest of my life walking around with a submarine telescope on my neck."

"How about I write to my dad and ask him to rent a set of diving equipment and send it?" I volunteered by raising my hand.

"Muggle devices don't work at Hogwarts," said Ron. "There was a first-year kid...brought a 'Brick' the size of a brick...and it wouldn't open at all."

After the Christmas holiday, we still didn't think of any solution, Hermione still went to the library every day, and occasionally took time to date Krum alone; Ron seemed to no longer care about Hermione's relationship problems, but Harry quietly Tell me that the little Krum doll that Ron bought has been broken off its limbs and completely abandoned under the bed.

Hagrid's professorship is in question when the notorious journalist Rita Skeeter publishes a newspaper article pointing out that Hagrid is a half-giant and unfit to be a professor.He was so sad that he refused to come out of the cabin for days, and even the lessons were taught by Professor Graplan.

On the "Daily Prophet" on the second page of the same page, there was also a palm-sized piece of news, which published the news "Gringotts is stolen again! Is the second safest treasure house in the wizarding world an exaggeration?" This news.

"Gringotts was once again illegally invaded! The goblin spokesman said that it was the work of a dark wizard. Dozens of treasures were stolen, but the rest were returned the next day. As for what precious treasure was stolen by this well-targeted thief, the goblins said It's under investigation."

"Tsk tsk, I guess there must be a lot of wizards trying to get the money out of Gringotts right now," said Ron.

After walking out of the ancient runes classroom, I said goodbye to Parvati. She was going to find Lavender in the yard, while Harry and the others were waiting for me in the auditorium.

When I passed the corridor, I saw that the crowds in front of me were all divided into two rows, leaving a large circle of empty seats in the middle.Immediately afterwards, the limping Professor Moody came from the end, his blue fake eyeball was still rolling, and his wooden legs made a crisp sound when they struck the bluestone board.

His approaching body brought an infinite sense of oppression, especially those eagle-like sharp eyes began to look at me, which made me tremble uncontrollably.

When we passed by me, Professor Moody took out the curved wine bottle he had pinned behind him, ignored the eyes of others, raised his head and took a few sips, and then disappeared around the corner of the stone wall.

Time seemed to flow again, and everyone returned to the state before he appeared, talking and playing with each other and walking again.And I shrugged my nose, holding the book and walking towards the auditorium with some doubts.

What the Weasley brothers have been up to these two days, they chased and blocked Ludo Bagman like a spinning top, and even used the Marauder's Map.

When I passed under the stairs outside the auditorium, I happened to see them and Harry standing there, and Ron stood on the outside with a dirty face, as if to let them off.

"Kelly!" Harry was leaning his head to observe the Marauder's Map in the hands of the Weasley brothers. Before I approached, he raised his head and smiled and beckoned me to go over.

"How did you know I'm coming?" I walked around Ron and approached them, his face was even uglier, and he muttered something.

Fred and George were still discussing something with their heads down, ignoring my approach.Harry pointed to the map in his hand and said, "I saw you when you just came out of the Runes classroom."

"Then you passed a corridor—there were so many students there, and the dense names were crowded together—fortunately, Mr. Crouch passed by later. When you passed by, the names around you avoided it. How interesting !"

Mr. Crouch?

I clearly remember that he was not among the students present at the time, not to mention that Percy once said that Mr. Crouch was unwell and was recuperating at home, so how could he appear at Hogwarts at this time?

"Are you sure it's Mr. Crouch?" I pressed, frowning. "But I haven't seen him."

"Isn't he recuperating at home?" Ron also came over, "I've always suspected that Percy poisoned him so that he can take part in the Triwizard Tournament instead."

"What's bothering you?" he asked Fred and George again.

"With a brother like you that's a nuisance," said Fred.

"Why do you keep pestering Bagman?" Ron asked again as if he didn't hear him.

"Pray he'll make you invisible like dwarves' gold," said George, and Fred poked him on the arm secretly.

They found Ludo Bagman's name on the map, thanked them hurriedly, and left. Harry put the Marauder's Map in his schoolbag and was going to eat with us in the auditorium.

"Come on, Hermione must be tired of waiting inside," said Harry.

"Wait a minute... I have something to verify..." For some reason, I always had an ominous premonition in my heart, begging Harry to lend me the Marauder's Map again.

With the magic wand in the middle of the parchment, the ink-line-like map appeared in front of us again, and I took them to the small room before the sorting house—normally no one would come here—according to what I just said with Professor Moody I searched along the route, and I saw that name again at the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts office: Barty Crouch.

"It's really him?" Harry was stunned. "What's he going to do with Professor Moody?"

"Why did he pretend to be sick?" Ron was a little puzzled, "He pretended to be sick so he wouldn't come to participate in the Triwizard Tournament, and then suddenly came to visit Moody."

"Something's not quite right—guys," I said dryly, as the light from the tip of my wand illuminated our faces, "I'll tell you the truth, it wasn't Crouch I just passed in the hallway." Sir, but Professor Moody."

"Remember Sirius who was disguised as a big black dog back then? Although he is in an Animagus state, his full name is still displayed on the map: Sirius Black."

"what do you mean--"

"That's Mr. Crouch disguised as Professor Moody?!"

I nodded cautiously, but I couldn't think of any reason to explain why Barty Crouch, who said he was sick and recuperating at home, came to Hogwarts disguised as Moody?Did he do it from the beginning, or did he replace the real Moody midway through?And where is the real Professor Moody?

"Do you think—" I said cautiously, "Does Professor Dumbledore know about this? I mean, a professor who is not himself should let the headmaster know about it?"

In order to expose Barty Crouch in disguise and save the poor real Professor Moody who disappeared, we immediately split into two groups. They first went to find Professor McGonagall to ask for the secret order from the principal's office, while I went to Hall called Hermione.

"It really says Barty Crouch?" Hermione wiped the corners of her mouth with a handkerchief and ran out with me before finishing the soup, "This is so weird, why would he choose to pretend to be Moody came to teach at Hogwarts? He must have a purpose."

"Forgive my thoughts, but I'm starting to suspect that he's the one who threw Harry's name into the Goblet of Fire." I gritted my teeth, "otherwise there's no reason why he did it!"

"But—" Hermione froze in place suddenly, following her gaze, the so-called "Professor Moody" was standing at the end of the corridor looking at us.

We were about 15 feet apart, so it was hard to tell if he heard us or not.His ever-rolling blue eyes were now resting in the fake eye sockets, staring at us unblinkingly, and the seductive gaze made me even more horrified.

"Playing around in the corridor, huh?" He said suddenly, and the big crooked opening also grinned open. His tone was very flat, making it impossible to guess his emotions.

"Sorry, Moody...Professor," said Hermione cautiously, "we're just rushing back to the lounge..."

His magic eyes started to spin wildly, and he limped towards us on that thin wooden leg, and he said gruffly, "Maybe you are out of your mind, Gryffindor Tower is not in this direction. "

As he got closer and closer, I couldn't help but grasp the wand around my waist, and backed Hermione several steps in fear, until our backs were firmly pressed against the stone wall.Fake Moody stopped again a few feet away from us, standing where he was with both hands on his crutches.

"You've been afraid of me since we first met." The fake Moody shook his head, shaking his long gray hair away from his twisted, scarred face, and stared at him with his normal eye and the devil's. staring at me at the same time, "Carrie Morris, huh? What the hell are you afraid of?"