love letter from hp to mr digory

Paulina stayed by Cedric's side until Potter, who had finished marking the last place, walked into the tent.

"Digory and McCartney...?" Potter walked into the tent and saw Cedric and Paulina through the canvas. He tentatively opened the curtain and walked in.

"Potter." Paulina glanced at him and stood up. "Nice job, that's a neat move." In fact, she didn't even know what Potter did—all she knew was Potter also managed to get the golden egg.

Potter grinned at her, "Thank you, that spell of yours is really good."

Cedric tilted his head and glanced at Paulina, and Paulina signaled Cedric not to expose her with her eyes.

"Mr. Bagman wants us to go there." Potter said, he glanced at Cedric who was sitting on the bed, and asked hesitantly, "Do you need me to help you?"

"No." Cedric got off the bed quickly, put on his coat and said gently, "Then let's go."

"Well done you all!" said Mr. Bagman, clapping his hands as he saw them enter the tent. "Well, I just have a few words to say. The second project will be held on the morning of February 2 next year." It starts at 2:24, you can rest for a long time before then. But we will leave some problems for you to consider, you will look down at the golden eggs in your hands, and you will find that they can be opened. See the seam there Is it? You must solve the clues provided by the egg - that will reveal what the second item is, and you can prepare yourself. Is it all clear? No problem? Well, you go!"

Paulina and Cedric left the tent, and together they walked back around the edge of the Forbidden Forest, chatting all the way.

"If I had any clues to the golden egg," said Paulina earnestly when they were about to part, "I would have told you, I swear."

As soon as Polina got into the carriage, she was surprised to find that the boys' dormitory on the first floor had all disappeared, replaced by a party-like decoration --- countless tables and chairs were placed inside.There were mountains of cakes and jugs of pumpkin juice and butterbeer everywhere.Amir set off several Faliba fireworks, and many stars and sparks flickered in the air.Annarita, who is good at drawing, hung up several bold new banners, most of them depicting Paulina holding up a golden egg.

As soon as Paulina entered, cheers and noise erupted inside, and countless Beauxbatons in light blue robes surrounded her, handing her pieces of cake and glasses of juice.She never refused, almost fried her belly.

"My God, it's heavy," said Phillips, picking up the golden egg that Paulina had laid on the table and weighing it in his hands. "Open it up, Paulina! Let's see what's inside!"

Several people joined him, shouting "Open it up, let's open our eyes."

Phillips handed the egg to Paulina, who pried it open by digging her nails into a ring of grooves in the egg.

It was empty, and there was nothing in it——but the moment Paulina opened it, a horrible, piercing scream filled the room.

"Shut it!" Thomas yelled, covering his ears with his hands.

Paulina snapped the golden egg shut, "What's that?" Fleur said with a grim face, "It's like the scream of a siren... maybe next time you'll pass a siren!"

"It looks like someone is being tortured!" said Analita. "You may be subjected to the Cruciatus Curse!"

"Don't be silly, Ana. It's not legal," said Paulina resignedly. "They can't cast the Cruciatus Curse on warriors."

Phillips rubbed his chin and looked at Thomas, who was curled up into a ball, and then said thoughtfully: "This sound is like Thomas' scream when he broke up with Billie, hey—maybe you will see him Billie poked him in the eye before."

"It's like the scream of Phillips when he was confessed by Andre. Maybe next time you need to slap his mouth in front of Andre." Thomas got up from the sofa and retorted not to be outdone.

But Paulina opened her mouth wide and said in disbelief, "Merlin, didn't you say that Billie and you have a very good relationship, there is no relationship problem at all! And God! Andre confessed to you? I will I know you have signs!"

December brings high winds and sleet to Hogwarts, and there are always drafts in the castle.Paulina had been wrapping her fur cloak tightly around her body since she left the carriage, and she didn't take it off even when she entered Hogwarts.

During her Care of Fantastic Beasts class, Paulina noticed that Hagrid kept feeding Lady Maxime's steeds their favorite single malt whiskey.The smell of alcohol wafted from the feeding trough in the corner of the temporary horse cellar, making the students in the Protection of Magical Creatures class feel a little dizzy.It doesn't do any good, as they're still tending to the dreaded snails, and they're in dire need of some wit. "I'm not sure if they're hibernating or not," Hagrid told the shivering students in the pumpkin patch in this Fantastic Beasts Care class. "We might as well try and see if they want to sleep."

"It's very simple," Paulina whispered in Cedric's ear, "just one—swoon!"

"At least after the last experiment, we can prove that this spell is really useful." Cedric said with a smile, he stood in the wind very intimately, blocking the strong wind that hit Paulina.

Paulina glanced over at Hagrid's case.Now there are only ten snails left, and apparently their desire to kill each other has not been completely eradicated.Today each snail is nearly 6 feet long, with a thick gray coat, flailing powerful legs, exploding fire-breathing tails, and their spines and suction cups combine to make snails The most disgusting thing Paulina had ever seen.

"Come on, don't think about hibernating the snails. I think we should figure out how to keep the snails from hibernating now." Billy yelled, clapping his hands—he was obviously bombed The tail snail is disgusting.

Hagrid took out blankets and pillows from the hut and put them in the box, his eyes were kind as if he saw his own children.

"We once discussed which professor in Hogwarts is the strongest." Paulina said with horror when she saw this, "We originally agreed that it was Headmaster Dumbledore, but now I have changed my mind. The strongest professor should be It's Hagrid—because no professor has the guts to think of a Blast-Ender as his own."

The people around her burst out laughing when they heard it.

"We'll bring him in," said Hagrid, "and close the lid and see what happens."

"The odds are that it will blow us up!" Paulina said.

Then, her words came true.