The day to become the final boss

Harry Potter is in sixth grade.

Harry Potter, the former savior, has now left his aunt Petunia's home. For the past two years, he has been living with Sirius and Lupine in Black's old house with his parents' portraits.

Mentioning Sirius gave Harry a headache.The Gryffindor hero of the Blake family was so brave and fearless during the war, which was respectable, but Sirius' character, which seemed to be always in the rebellious period of his youth, caused headaches after the war.

"Oh, you damn prodigal son, if this goes on, the Black family will be ruined by you!" Mrs. Black screamed angrily at Sirius again in the portrait.

"Oh, come on, don't be so stingy, old woman, just sell two of them - I haven't found a job yet, you can't starve a pregnant Remus." Sirius put the two ancient magic items into his pocket Here, he is going to Knockturn Alley today, the price there can be much higher.

"Good morning, ma'am." Harry passed the stairs with his luggage and a piece of toast in his mouth. He should be back at school today.

"Little Potter, you should take care of this prodigal, otherwise the house will be sold out by the shameless prodigal in two years, and you will have to pack up and sleep on the street with him!"

"No ma'am, I'll be graduating soon and I think I can support Sirius." Harry opened the door.

Sirius lifted his chin proudly to his mother, pursing his lips.

Snape had expelled him from Hogwarts three months after the war.Although this made Sirius lose his source of income, Harry didn't blame him for it-look at what Sirius did in those three months. As a teaching assistant, he encouraged students to skip classes, fight and beat the professor With a ridiculous nickname, he even instigated his students to "break the shackles and enjoy the beautiful campus love" and encouraged restless adolescents to get their lovers into bed.

Filch complained to Headmaster Snape more than once that if such an unreliable Defense Against the Dark Arts assistant teacher was allowed to stay at Hogwarts, he would spend the rest of his life researching how to prevent unwanted pregnancies among students.

The current Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts is a middle-aged man with black hair and brown eyes. It is said that this professor is a friend of Snape's partner.He was not handsome, but he had an elegant temperament, a gentle temper, and was knowledgeable and proficient in white magic and even black magic. No matter which college students liked him, even if he had an overpowering name-Merlin.

After the sorting ceremony, Professor Snape told all the students in a deep and mellow voice that Hogwarts will usher in a grand event that has not been held in more than a century-the Triwizard Tournament this semester.

The students were boiling, and students from every house (including Slytherin) were whispering excitedly, and the Gryffindors even knocked on the table excitedly.

But soon they were intimidated by Mr. Principal's strong sarcasm.

"Some of you may not know what is going on in this tournament." Snape's unhurried voice rang in everyone's ears, and the voices of the little wizards' discussions became quieter. "So I hope that someone who really knows something will explain to the free-thinking about the honor and—ah, the danger—of the Triwizard Tournament."

It was quiet down there.

"If someone's going to go to a game and have a mind-wandering moment, then I think there's a good chance that this game will take you straight to the grave and you can leave your last words first."

The bottom suddenly exploded.

"Quiet—" Professor McGonagall glared at Snape.

"Are you kidding?" Ron, who was sitting next to Harry, opened his eyes wide. "The old bat is threatening us?"

Harry shrugged.

Hermione next to him gave him a dissatisfied look, "Unfortunately, what Mr. Headmaster said is true—I just happen to know something about the Triwizard Tournament."

"Know what?" The Gryffindors next to them all leaned their heads over.

"The Triwizard Tournament is a friendly competition between the three largest wizarding schools in Europe: Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang. Each school chooses a warrior to compete in three magical events .It was originally held every five years, and the three schools took turns hosting it, but then the number of deaths was too high, and the competition was interrupted."

The Gryffindors next to them opened their mouths wide. They only knew that the Triwizard Tournament was a legendary match, but they didn't know that people would die.

"Why did Snape agree to hold this competition?" Harry looked at the expressionless Snape in black on the headmaster's table with his back straight.

"It's the professor! Harry, I really don't understand why you still have no respect for Professor Snape. Isn't he worth it?" Hermione frowned in disapproval. As for Ron, she was too lazy to talk about it.

"Well, well, I mean - how could someone as conscientious as...Professor Snape agree to host this dangerous match?" Harry rubbed his nose in embarrassment, even though he now understood that Snape No matter what kind of person Professor Nepe is, he still subconsciously resists him.Maybe it's because the blood of the Potter family is too strong, Harry can't really appreciate him like his mother, even if he respects him in his heart, he can't be as frank as Hermione.

"Come on, Harry, the professor has plans to teach."

In fact, from this question alone, Ron got the truth—the dark old bat is really scaring them.

In today's Hogwarts, Mr. Snape has the ability to keep the dangerous Triwizard Tournament from dying without any students.

In October, the Triwizard Tournament is about to begin.

In the evening, after having dinner, Harry stood in front of the castle like other students, preparing to welcome guests from afar with the professors.

The evening in October was already a bit cold, but the cold couldn't stop the enthusiasm and curiosity of the little wizards. "How would they come?" "Broomsticks?" "Maybe a portkey?" "Maybe people Apparate in groups?"

Hermione rolled her eyes - she didn't understand why Ron couldn't remember that he couldn't Apparate within the confines of Hogwarts in his sixth year?

It was getting dark, and the little wizards who had waited for a long time tightened their robes. Now they only hoped that the ostentatious guest would arrive quickly, and it became colder outside.

"Here we come!" Someone suddenly shouted and pointed to the sky.

They saw a huge black thing flying from afar, and it flew closer and closer, until at last they saw clearly by the lights of the castle that it was drawn by twelve horses, about the size of elephants, with wings. powder blue carriage.

"It's Beauxbatons." Hermione said, looking at the coat of arms on the carriage.

"Oh, Merlin - she's really tall -" Ron exclaimed, looking at the witch getting out of the carriage "Just like Hagrid! ... No, they're still a little different, she looks bigger than Hagrid, eh , Dressing up is a lot.”

Led by the tall witch, Beauxbaton's students got out of the car one after another.

Snape started to applaud, and the students followed suit.

"Welcome to Hogwarts, Madam Maxime." Snape kissed the tall but elegant headmistress routinely, but just when his lips were about to touch the hand covered with opal rings When the skin was rough, the lady's hand suddenly shrank.

When Snape looked up, he saw Madame Maxime's elegant smile slightly distorted, as if the back of her hand was hurting.

Snape blinked, and dropped her hand.

"Hello, Mr. Snape." Madam Maxime said, "Is it all right here? When we came, we saw a group of dementors above Hogwarts."

"Hope they didn't bother you."

"Of course not." Mrs. Maxim looked at her students. Those eighteen and nine-year-old children who were proud of their delicate silk robes seemed a little shy now. tail.

Hogwarts is kind of weird.

"Karkaroff hasn't arrived yet?"

"If your not-so-small eyes can see students other than Hogwarts and Beauxbatons, then I think he's here." Snape smirked.

The corners of Madam Maxim's eyes twitched slightly. She had heard of Snape's vicious mouth more than ten years ago.

At this moment, a huge splash appeared in the middle of the surface of the Black Lake, and a large vortex appeared there, and a large ship with extraordinary style was rising from the bottom of the water.

Durmstrang also arrived.

When the boat docked, a group of people in fur cloaks appeared in front of them.

"Snape!" The leader, a tall, thin, middle-aged man with a goatee and a silver-white soft fur cloak, came over, his face was a little pale, "We saw a..." at the bottom of the lake just now.

"Welcome to Hogwarts, Karkaroff." Snape held out his hand.

The man shut up immediately, he hesitated for a second, then reached out and shook Snape's hand.

"If you don't mind, I would like to go in and have a cup of tea first?"

What did Karkaroff and the others see at the bottom of the black lake? "One"?Snape was thinking of the lukewarm orange-spotted octopus, but when he got back to the cellar, he knew the truth.

"Quack quack quack ~~~ Good job, did you wrap your tail around it?" Ferrigues scratched his chin with his sharp claws, and his golden vertical pupils narrowed a little with pleasure.

"That boat was very noisy, they were too arrogant, rampaging on the bottom of the lake and using spells to drive away the natives in the lake - so I couldn't help but tugged it." The shrunken version of Hypor coiled around Snape His little head was shaking on his desk.

Snape: "..."

"Those horses are nasty too, circling on them for so long and won't come down, so the great Ferrigues threatened a few dementors a little to hurry them, quack-quack--if only Fluffy woke up (It is in the first evolutionary molting), those horses must suit its appetite, after all, it seems that the weight is quite enough."

Snape: "..."

His dark eyes scanned the room, and saw Wan Mo who was concentrating on Muggle novels on the sofa.

"And you? What did you do, Mr. Moores?"

Wan Mo closed the book, blinked, and propped up his chin. "Oh, my dear, I just numb that too rough hand for a moment - your lips have always been mine - well, the most I can tolerate is the cheek you kissed Lily back then."