HP Dawn Night

The aftermath of that Witch Weekly report didn't become apparent until days later.

When the messenger owls flew over, the strange scene in front of the Gryffindor table attracted everyone's attention: there were about five or six owls vying to land in front of Granger, and several others were joining them one after another. team.

"What's the situation?" Daphne didn't care about opening her own letter, and only looked in that direction eagerly.

"Granger sent out a large order?" Pansy also looked up in the direction of Gryffindor, trying to see what was going on.

In fact, even the teachers in the teacher's seat can hardly fail to notice this spectacle.

At this moment, Granger suddenly yelled in pain: "Ouch!" There was an obvious cry in the voice.An open envelope fell from her hand to the ground, and a yellow-green liquid flowed out of it. After a while, the pungent gasoline smell permeated the air, and the students sitting nearby all avoided it.

"What is that?" Daphne covered her nose in disgust.

Granger stood up vigorously, covered his face with his hands and hurriedly left the auditorium.Her hands looked lumpy, and the uneven surface could be seen from a distance.

"Undiluted babo tuber pus." I gave Granger a sympathetic glance from the bottom of my heart. "It's not good. She needs to go to the infirmary for emergency treatment."

"Probably thanks to "Wizard Weekly." Pansy said, while intentionally or unintentionally glanced at Daphne, who had a happy smile on her face.

"She's angered Potter's followers, Granger's future is in jeopardy."

"It seems that we all underestimated Skeeter's influence, didn't we?"

"Supposing Skeeter sees this, she might be able to write another article—Potter's girlfriend has a falling out with him, what a funny scene." Daphne giggled, as if she thought it was funny.The four of us couldn't help but secretly met our eyes:

Since when did Daphne replace us on the front line against Gryffindor?

Starting with this letter containing the pus of Babo's tuber, Granger kept receiving similar letters in the following week.She learned how to stop opening them, but soon there were Howling letters arriving one after another.Those letters didn't care about 21, and they exploded in the auditorium, screaming and shouting insulting words, so that everyone in the auditorium could hear them clearly.

Now even those who don't read Wizard Weekly know what's going on.What's worse, apart from the students of Hogwarts, the foreign guests and officials of the Ministry of Magic could also hear clearly.

"You know even the girls in Durmstrang can be scary enough to gossip," Blaise burst into the lounge one night, panting to Draco and me.He looked as if he had just raced a troll.

Draco raised his eyebrows, not surprised at all: "Did she pester you to ask about Granger?"

"That's right," Blaise let himself collapse on the sofa in frustration, "She started from how Potter and Granger got acquainted, all the way to questioning whether there were any rumors between them. How should I answer? You know I don't really know them well, and our meetings often pass in an unfriendly atmosphere."

He finished speaking in one breath, tore off his scarf and threw it on the armrest of the sofa.

My eyes widened in surprise.It's rare for Blaise to show his emotions, and even less to say such a string of words at once.It can be seen how powerful his Durmstrang partner is.

"But don't worry, buddy, you're not alone." Draco pointed to an empty seat, "Pansy's probably still stuck in the mud."

"Oh, she's so miserable," Blaise said in a strange voice, "We are both really stupid, if we knew it, we wouldn't have a dance partner from another school."

"You pick your own dance partners." I put down the book in my hand, "But don't you wonder how Skeeter wrote those reports?—I mean, Krum invited Granger Going to Bulgaria to play these words can't be made up."

"Don't underestimate Skeeter's ability to talk nonsense." Draco dismissed it.

"But she can't make up half-truths every time, can she?"

"The invitation is true." Blaise struggled to get up from the sofa and sat down. "My partner told me that Krum admitted that he invited Granger to Bulgaria for the summer vacation."

I can't believe what Blaise said.Draco's eyes widened, he looked as if he had been hit on the back of the head by a troll:

"So Krum really likes Granger?" he asked in surprise.

"Anyway, she told me that Krum noticed Granger a long time ago, so he often went to the library. Also, Granger was invited by Krum." Blaise easily threw two chains Bomb, caught me and Draco off guard.He seemed satisfied with our reaction, and added another knife: "That's right, Skeeter's report is very accurate, and Krum does have something for Granger."

"Are you kidding me?" Draco almost jumped three feet, "Krum would like Granger's... that..."

"You belong to the mainstream view, Draco." Blaise spread his hands, and Draco sat down on the sofa again, "Most people think that Krum's head is wrong."

I decided to be fair: "But Granger was still pretty at the ball."

"Yeah, but that was just a glimpse after all. I mean, people expect a Quidditch superstar like Krum to find a girl who shines brighter, you understand?" Blaise said. He gestured vainly in the air, "For example, the daughter of a certain official, or the heir of an ancient family, or some celebrities, anyway—"

"In short, isn't he an ordinary-looking bitch wizard?"

Blaise snapped his fingers: "Exactly."

I sneered: "I have a biased view, but I don't object."

"Everyone wants a star to be with another star," Brees concluded.

"Granger has offended Krum and Potter fans at the same time, and she's had to suffer from it for a long time," Draco said, picking up his teacup.

"Oh... Well, although I haven't talked to any Gryffindors, I believe Potter's supporters must regard Granger as a witch with ulterior motives and wants to use Potter to take over. "

"Or play with that poor boy's feelings," I took up.

"For bystanders, this statement is obviously more convincing than 'pure friendship'." Draco concluded.

"By the way, why hasn't Pansy come back yet?" I looked at the clock hanging on the wall, "Isn't it a bit late?"

"Oh—here she is." Draco motioned me to turn around.

Pansy stumbled in from the door with a livid face.

"Terrible!" She pushed Draco away from his seat by the fireplace, "I was surrounded by Beauxbatons and then Durmstrang—"

"I think what happened to you is similar to what happened to Blaise," I said. "The difference is that he is obviously only entangled by one person."

Pansy took off her scarf and gloves with a worried face: "Guess what interesting questions people from Beauxbatons asked me."

"Granger and Potter?"

"Granger had a crush on Lockhart in second year?"

"Granger's family background?"

"Neither!" Pansy waved his hands angrily, "That idiot asked me if there was anything between Granger and Weasley!"

The three of us were silent for a few seconds, and then cheers or rebuttals erupted at the same time.

"Hey, I think they're a good match when you put it that way."

"I still believe Granger would be wise to choose either Potter or Krum."

"I agree. Anything is better than the red mole."

"Vio, I agree with you; Blaise, Draco, you two agree with Beauxbatons." Pansy took a breath, and I quickly poured her a cup of tea, "They think Gran Both Jay and Weasley wanted to follow Potter's fame, but now Granger is on another tree."

"That sentence is correct." I shrugged, "That is to say, they think that Granger and Weasley were in competition before, and now they don't interfere with each other?"

"Yes, and they still have evidence." Pansy pouted, with a look of disdain, "Do you still remember when the Triwizard Tournament first started, Weasley and Potter ignored each other, they thought that time was Granger replaced Weasley in Potter's heart. However, as the relationship between them eased, Granger quickly got involved with Krum just in case."

The two boys looked at each other: "Beauxbaton is also quite imaginative."

"It's not over yet," Pansy took a sip of tea and cleared her throat, "Granger wanted to get close to Diggory, but Cho Chang beat him to the punch. So she had to make a fool of herself and catch No Brain. Krum."

"Krum's out of his mind?" I opened my mouth.

"Krum is one of the warriors!" Draco exclaimed, clearly resenting the insult to his idol - even though Krum had now fallen from his pedestal thanks to Granger.

"As a result, his words were heard by a boy in Durmstrang—the one who went to Hogsmeade with me." When Pansy said this, he couldn't help laughing, "They had a dispute, and later It turned into a banter between Durmstrang and Beauxbatons."

"So you were able to escape?"

"That's right." Pansy spread her hands a little bit ironically, "otherwise, that Durmstrang might still be having a lot of trouble with me."

"Leave them alone," I waved my hand. "Before you came back, we were talking about another topic—how did Skeeter know these things? And Hagrid's."

"Oh, no one really knows about that." Pansy shook her head. "No one found Skeeter at the scene of the second game, unless she came to interview someone later."

"Even if she did an interview in Hogsmeade, she couldn't possibly know what Krum said to Granger in private." Draco scratched his hair, "Maybe Hagrid would say inadvertently after drinking Say something, but neither Krum nor Granger seem like talkers."

"Maybe Skeeter used some sort of magic," Blaise speculated.

"Invisibility magic?"

Draco shook his head: "I only know about the Disillusionment Curse, but that will also be seen through, and there is a time limit."

"That would be weird." I couldn't figure it out. "It wouldn't be Polyjuice Potion, because no one can just walk up and listen to what someone is saying."

Pansy sighed: "Unless it is some kind of profound magic that we don't know about, how could she do it? And now it seems that she has succeeded more than once."

Blaise tentatively raised a novel idea: "Could it be a Muggle item?"

"Absolutely not," I immediately vetoed, "Any Muggle item will be invalid within the confines of Hogwarts. And Skeeter doesn't seem like the kind of person who knows Muggles very well."

For a moment our reasoning stalled, Pansy looking at me and I looking back at her, Draco staring at the fire, Blaise looking up at the ceiling.

"It's too late," Draco broke the silence, "let's all go to rest. We just need to see what happens next with Skeeter."

"It's only two months until the third game. I don't believe Skeeter can do anything else." Pansy picked up her scarf and gloves.We said goodbye to the two boys and walked softly up the stairs to the girls' dormitories.

"That being said, I kind of want to be a reporter. It sounds like a very exciting career." Pansy said softly, I pushed open the door of the dormitory, and the fire continued to emit heat, and Daphne and Borstead fell into fell asleep.

"Oh, just don't be a reporter like Skeeter." I opened the bed curtain and climbed up, Pansy winked at me:

"Of course I'm not that kind of person."

The author has something to say:

Rita Skeeter (looking at the closed door of Hogwarts and Filch's suspicious eyes): "Tsk tsk tsk—dear Dumbledore is still hiding in heavily guarded Hogwarts, trying to borrow This hides some dark secrets... Ah, this is good material for a bestseller~" [Inner OS: Open the door!You have the ability to drive me away, you have the ability to open the door! 】

Colleague: "Skeeter, you could write a book about Dumbledore."

Rita Skeeter (crazed): "These days readers also like the little fresh meat instead of the bad old man!!!"

——Does she know the official CP of GGAD?This pair can hold the blue sky above their heads and sell well for ten years...